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When I met her…
I was trapped somewhere between hell and insanity
And she… was married although she said not happily
I was reluctant to correspond at first
There was something about this sweet lady’s verse.
She was from L.A.
Her vibe was angelic,
Like that of the cite from which she came
But, she was strong willed
And even insisted on calling me by my birth name
What began as a conversation
About the inhumanity of our situation
Quickly evolved like caterpillar to butterflies
To include stories of each others lives
And I was drawn to her like moth to flame
Like players to game
But like the cookie jar an the top shelf
She… was out of my reach
And I began to want her desperately
Like a mute desires speech
I was dreamin’…
Dreamin’ of ways to become part of her life
Despite the fact that she was another’s wife
So I whispered memories of my past to her
Hoping that she would include me in her future
As we discussed literature and poetry…
She asked me to keep in touch when I became free
The surreal nature of these events
Caused me to become tense
Because what had been to me a secret fantasy
Was fast becoming my reality
Damn! I must be dreamin’
Copyright 2001 Ojekeme the Griot
From the Collection ‘Ojekeme the Griot Speaks from Behind the Wall’
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11/17/2005 2:35 pm
please be careful|
giving up your heart
something like this
can rip you both apart
I know it's easier said then done
when two so intimate become as one
oh what's the use, love never listens
just look at me and my tears that glisten
else love fully
give it all you've got
like the sunshine
fierce and hot...
hope your dreams come true...
11/17/2005 2:43 pm
SO WELL WROTE
11/17/2005 2:59 pm
GREAT verse ... SUCH passion.
Here's one that does well for me at Poetry Jams:
Talkative but not talking; competitive but not competing; unique but indifferent;
productive but not producing; strong but lacking;
looking but not seeing; an introverted extrovert; assertive but not asserting;
creative but not creating; an achiever not achieving.
thought-filled but speechless; not a veteran but battle-weary;
listening but not hearing; tired but not sleeping; an optimist turned pessimist;
in a stupor but not stupid; alone in a crowd; a person without personality;
hungry with no appetite;
day after eternal day; imprisoned with no crime; hopeless yet hopeful;
a heart incapable of emotion; alive but not living;
it's 4 am ... have you seen my clothes?
i'd like to go home.
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11/17/2005 3:03 pm
Your right love doesn't listen.
Thanks for stopping by Plano.
11/19/2005 12:30 am
One of a writer's greatest joys is too know that they have made a connection with some one else.
11/19/2005 12:36 am
That is fire!!!
It sounds like more than a few nights of my younger days.
Thanks for sharing.
11/19/2005 1:08 am
..nor "hear" your cries and calls...|
That was so very beautiful!
11/19/2005 10:32 am
Thx tiller |